
The Joy of Life
Nudes lounge and pipe and dance in a ring in a glade of colors nothing in nature has, a Fauve idyll from 1906.

Nudes lounge and pipe and dance in a ring in a glade of colors nothing in nature has, a Fauve idyll from 1906.

Cézanne painted his local mountain over and over, less to record it than to rebuild it out of flat patches of green, ochre and blue.

Cézanne worked on it for years and died before he finished, bending the trees inward so they rhyme with the bodies underneath.

A critic at the 1913 Armory Show called it an explosion in a shingle factory, and the insult followed the painting around America.

The surgeon turns from the open incision to lecture, scalpel still bloody, while a woman at the side covers her eyes. Philadelphia was appalled.

Billboards, scaffolding and stairways in flat primary color, with people reduced to bright interchangeable parts. Léger loved machines and made no secret of it.

Seurat painted this to prove the dots could handle a nude, and hung his own Grande Jatte on the studio wall behind them.

Duchamp bought a postcard of the Mona Lisa, drew a moustache on it, and added five letters that make a crude joke in French.

The swan nips her hand and Leda barely reacts. Cézanne cared about the planes of the body, not the story.